Cinderella, Cinderella
All I hear is Cinderella, from the moment I get up
Till shades of night are falling
There isn't any letup, I hear them calling, calling
"Go up and do the attic and go down and do the cellar
You can do them both together Cinderella."

How lovely it would be
If I could live in my fantasy
But in the middle of my dreaming
They're screaming
At me
Cinderella